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Leg's pinpricks of light for eyes glimmered again. She bounced, hopping from Cynthian to one of the piles of dolls and then to another. "Khh! Yes!" She hopped again, burrowing into the pile of plushies. She poked her disguise's head out, and then plunged back in. "Play!"

Leg flinched. She wasn't expecting that. She also didn't know that Cynthian would feel that way, in a sense. They were friends, yes, but... Would Cynthian be able to remember her? "...I will, too." Leg quivered a little. "Khhh... Will always... Re... remember."

"Well, who's your top suspect?" Soda asked. "You know, aside from the master of illusions Zoroark." Owen winced. He didn't need Perceive to feel that bitterness. "We don't even know where to begin. I feel horrible suspecting anybody..." He looked hopefully toward the others for a clue or...

"'Cuz it's cool," Soda replied flatly, rolling his eyes. Owen paused, as if there would be more in reply. But Soda wasn't continuing. Seeing the silent audience, the Zoroark stared back. "...What?"

Leg looked like she was seriously considering it, slithering--did she slither?--around and around before finally stopping. She didn't look like she wanted to put it on just then--perhaps her kind had a means or ritual of some kind to break in--but she still quietly said, "...Love..."

Leg slid toward the gift next, looking at the ribbons before, without much restraint, tearing it open from the top like a hungry predator. She hopped up and peered inside.

The Mimikyu skittered around Cynthian, then the doll, poking and prodding it to test the material. By the end of the inspection, she seemed pleased, bouncing left and right while the false head of her disguised bobbed with her motions. She moved it to the side of the pile and started pushing...

"Tch." Soda was still snarling, but he'd relaxed his pose--or at least let his illusion do so--as Vix continued speaking. Owen glanced off, looking mildly shameful, and inquired Wishkeeper about what he was reading. He couldn't really get anything, which was odd, but those flashes he'd seen when...

Cola looked up, then at Pop with a pleading look, if those red circles could display anything akin to that. But Pop could tell. "...Very well," Pop said with a sigh. "Perhaps Cola can accompany you for the time being, but be careful. Keep him guarded. He tends to wander off, and there isn't...

"I-it wasn't why," Owen said. "We were just investigating everyone in God Squad, not just--you. Everyone could be a spy, you know?" Soda still looked irate and there was a crazed look in his eyes. Being suspected of sabotage... Owen sensed that this bothered Soda on a deeper level than...

An amused little glint flashed in Arceus' eyes, but he was taking the request seriously. "...It pains me to say it," he said, "but those to investigate are the highest sources of authority. Xerneas, I am certain is tampered with in some way, but I do not think we can approach him immediately...

Maple mirrored his smile, but then evened out and glanced at Truffle. "We should certainly keep security around Giovanni and Mewtwo at its maximum possible. And... from there, consider durability measurements. Keep it ethical." "Of course." Truffle said, looking vaguely uncomfortable despite...

The vines had wrapped around nothing but thin air, and Soda easily dodged it. Owen's eyes had gone someplace else entirely, and it was clear that he had actually been standing several feet away without any effort. He was never where he claimed to be by the light... But Owen could still see, and...

"...That's a good point," Pop said, as if he hadn't quite considered letting Cola go out in public again under more intense supervision. "Hmm... well. All of God Squad is, technically, suspect, as is everyone within the Guild, just because those are the two who would be most likely to be in...

"...Mm. That's true." Maple hummed. "I was hoping that between a powerful Psychic and someone like you or Owen, we might be able to discern at least an attempt at a lie." She glanced at Nate. "We also do not know the means in which Giovanni became a Mewtwo. If it's reversible, that will solve a...

"That is a possibility," said Maple. "Well, to an extent. I think if we tried, we would be able to send him back to his world... if we know where it is. Since Buffet was not the one to bring him here, he does not know immediately how to return him." "And to add, he may still be useful to...

"You know," Soda said from down the hall, before Owen could have a chance to confirm to the others that he was still on his way, "if you guys are trying to pin down a spy, you're doing a really shit job at it." "Uh--that, uh, what are you talking about?" Owen asked. Soda didn't even bother...

Leg hissed back and wrapped a few tendrils gingerly around Cynthian, careful to avoid any poisonous segments of her body. Then, she pulled away and dived into the pile of dolls, rummaging around before returning with another craft--this one looked like Ivy.

"I never said it wasn't justified," Cola remarked, tilting his head. "Only that it's bad to have for us." Meanwhile, as Cola drifted around the room again, occasionally flickering randomly across different parts of the piles of books, Pop sighed and gathered his thoughts to articulate. "I do...

More whispering breaths in reply meant that Leg was doing alright. It was a routine to answer, even if it had been quite a while since Cynthian had asked. Cynthian being gone for so long had been a worry for her... The shadows and darkness of the room churned, and then she reappeared next to...